Kneel down and remove her shorts

You feel you simply have ****. Some primordial instinct tells you to bow before her obviously superior endowment. You get on your knees and unbutton her shorts. She looks down at you approvingly. "Good," she says, "I knew you would figure out your place sooner or later." You pull her shorts down to her ankles, then study the boyshorts she's wearing. The outline of her member is even more prominent now. You realize you must deny yourself a little longer to build up the anticipation, so you first trace her manhood with your fingers, then begin nuzzling it softly. But after awhile, Valeria takes you chin in her hand and looks at you imperiously. "I need you to worship me now," she says in a tone that brooks no disagreement. You immediately move your hands to her waistband and ease her boyshorts south.